“I’ll tell you all about it.” He guided her to a seat on an outgrowing root of a huge tree.
“I completed that last mission—the big four-motored job, you know,” he explained.
“Loaded with bombs,” she added.
“Sure. It was a swell trip. Those bombs helped win a Chinese battle.”
“Wasn’t that grand, Jimmie!” she exclaimed.
“Swell!” he agreed. “But now,”—his voice changed—“Now I’ve been pulled off that convoy job and am part of the big push. It’s a grand layout here,” he added. “Best I have ever seen.”
“How do you mean, Jimmie?” she asked.
“Well, you see—” He stopped. “Say!” he whispered, “This is secret. But I know a girl who can be trusted.”
“Don’t tell me if you ought not to,” she whispered. “But what you do tell me will be locked up tight in my memory and my heart.”
“Your heart! That’s good!” He pressed her hand. “That’s the safest place in all the world.”